When she was twenty years old, Lin Xiaoyou met Shen Mingzhe at her best friend's house.
Under the crystal lamp, he leaned over and straightened the napkin for her, keeping his fingertips politely three centimeters apart.
"It's too old to call me uncle. Just call me Mr. Shen."
Later she found out that those three centimeters were a gentle trap set by the hunter.
He gave her dresses and taught her to dance until she grew up.
With the patience of forty-three years old, I weave a web called "love".
"Uncle Shen, why are you so nice to me?"
"Because it's worth it."
From early autumn to late winter, from jasmine blooming to spring snow melting.
He waited for her for seven hundred and thirty days and finally knelt down on one knee on her graduation day:
"Lin Xiaoyou, are you willing to let me accompany you for the rest of your life?"
The age difference is twenty-three years, and their identities are separated by clouds and dust.
But love does not matter age, it only requires sincerity.
——In this deep temptation using tenderness as bait, who will fall first in the end?
